Another brilliant piece from a GUNNAS WRITING MASTERCLASS writer.
Love won today, which let’s face it is fucking brilliant! I’m excited that everybody I love is free to love whoever they want. Love is awesome. I love! I am loved!
But I am also un-loveable. And there’s the thing that’s still missing for me. With the right to love, can we also have the right not to love or be loved? You see, we are out there, people like me, looking just like everybody else but carrying a dark and shameful secret. Sort of like serial killers. Or Scrapbookers.
The serial killers know where the bodies are hidden, the Scrapbookers know that there isn’t really a “reason for everything” and we know that we are defying the laws of society – “family is everything”, “nobody can love you like your family can”, “Like and Share if you have the BEST DAD EVER!”.
Dev gave everyone a great piece of advice today – “write like your parents are dead!”. And right up until that moment I’d rued the fact that I became an orphan seemingly too late in life to take full advantage of the fact that I had nobody left to disappoint.
I was wrong. Here, hold my beer while I do this…